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Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

sailyn2
 

Kashara snorted. "Even if you didn't, I wouldn't tell." She popped a piece of sausage in her mouth. "Sounds like fun stuff. Wish I could write. Or draw. But I didn't get the talent of my mom or sister."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"It can be quite a shock to move from Hold to Weyr," Kassia said. She kept half an eye on the girl as she climbed onto Foreth's back to make sure she was washing the gold well. "What do you think so far?"
Shock was an understatement. Maybe if she had been from a bigger
Holding, it wouldn't be so bad. But then again, maybe not. Didn't
everyone always say that the Weyrs were so much different from Holds?

"I think...that I like it, so far. I definitely like getting the
Harper lessons. But I think getting used to all of the people, the
size of the Weyr, the dragons, that's gonna be awhile yet. But I am
beyond grateful for the chance to help wash Miss Foreth. Thank you
for allowing it."



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Jessica Freise
 

"You're welcome," she said softly, aware that this young woman was that rarest, truest of things: a friend.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz couldn't help but smile fondly and not a little  bit tenderly at Yiyu. This girl had such faith in her, and from what? One chance meeting in the Weyrbowl? Had Rennitz really made such an impact in Yiyu?

Thank you, Yiyu. That means a lot to me."


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

Jessica Freise
 

"The dragons," she admitted. And most recently, Weyrwoman Kassia. I got permission," she added swiftly.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 3:09 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"That's cool," Kashara told her, sounding sincere. "What's your favorite thing to write about?"


Re: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Ren
 

Rennitz couldn't help but smile fondly and not a little  bit tenderly at Yiyu. This girl had such faith in her, and from what? One chance meeting in the Weyrbowl? Had Rennitz really made such an impact in Yiyu?

Thank you, Yiyu. That means a lot to me."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"It can be quite a shock to move from Hold to Weyr," Kassia said. She kept half an eye on the girl as she climbed onto Foreth's back to make sure she was washing the gold well. "What do you think so far?"


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

sailyn2
 

"That's cool," Kashara told her, sounding sincere. "What's your favorite thing to write about?"


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Just bathe between her legs," Kassia said. "And tell me about yourself."
Well, she could do that. It wasn't as if she was a stranger to
scrubbing. She had just never scrubbed a dragon before.

Tell the Weyrwoman about *herself*? What was there really to tell?

"I'm Phyllia, Ma'am. I just arrived a few days ago, from a small
cothold in the Arolos Hold area. I've been working hard to get my
feet under me," she said, shyly.


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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


And Aaaawayyy She Goes! (atten: any)

Steelsilver
 

"Hello handsome." R'lian purred to F'liau, already with the flightlust enough that the greenrider's tugging at his own shirt, pressing close for just a moment before twisting out of reach again. The next arrivals receive equal interest, stroking T'rif's arm, caressing Sahari's face, leaning against V'let a moment. 

Mareeth looked back, bugling another challenge as she beheld her chasers, the green dragon swelling with pride. Five! Five chasers, and two of them *bronze*! 

((You may chase, but I see nothing of what you are yet!))

She twisted midair, stopped going straight up, and instead shot off in a southwesterly direction. 




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Re: Old Enough to Know Better ((Attn: S'ryll / Kyrel))

 

It didn't really matter what S'ryll said - washing a dragon was far from a punishment as far as he was concerned. And a bronze at that! Kyrel couldn't believe his lucky stars. His grin only broadened to be addressed as a member of the Weyr, still novel and prestigious in his mind. Harper lessons could suck Thread, ditching had been so worth it! "Sure, sure, lots of work. I hear you," he confirmed, but the excitement oozing from his words left little doubt that he didn't truly /know/. 

There was no hesitation to follow when the bronzerider made his way toward the water. "The Best Bronze?" Kyrel suspected there was a story behind that with a quirk of his brow. "Do they really all think they're the best one? What happens when you get a group of them together?" Oh yes, he'd been reading about the colors and their traits, fascinated since his first interaction with the green Searchdragon who had saved his life.

He hastened to match pace, looking around for a safe place to leave his study materials once they had located buckets. In the end, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it unceremoniously in a pile on the sand. The muscles hinted at while hidden beneath his clothes were more impressive in-the-flesh, but a healthy layer of fat kept them from being extremely defined; bulky in nearly every sense. Kyrel deposited his book and rope more carefully atop the wrinkled mess of his shirt, protected from the beach. 

Looking up then to see the gargantuan shape begin of Vastolth arise from the lake, he suddenly knew why this bronze might style himself as the greatest. "Woah," was all Kyrel managed at first in open-mouthed awe. "He's huge!" This was his first up-close-and-personal encounter with a dragon of Vastolth's size and status, and it was written all over his face. He took a single step forward before thinking better of it, freezing on the spot before the creature so many times larger than himself. They had never directly harmed people, the books had always said so, but Kyrel had a wise wariness regarding approaching someone else's dragon without first asking permission. 

"Uh-- it's a pleasure to meet you, great Vastolth..?" He hazarded, voice lilting upward in a way that said he wasn't certain he was doing this right. 


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020, 3:39 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll was trying so hard to hold back.  The look of extreme cringing on the boy's face was making it so hard though!  He kept his face from giving it all away, putting on his dragonpoker face until the gig was up.  The scruffy bronzerider let it sink in for a moment, then chuckling.  "Yes, really.  He's huge, so it's more work than fun," he said trying to play it off as a chore again.  

He shook the boy's hand, his own grip firm, and nodded.  "Well Kyrel of Arolos Weyr," he switched from Hold to Weyr.  "You make call me S'ryll.  And my bronze is Vastolth.  He'd love it if you called him the Best Bronze, but I leave up to you if you want to feed his ego or not."  He motioned for the kid to follow him down to the water.  He looked for a bucket of supplies that were supposedly out here already.  "Ah, there they are," he said as he made his way over, assuming Kyrel would follow.

((Come on over here.))

{{He said yes!  I told you.  You should listen to me more often.}}

((Yes, I instituted your plan exactly.  You're right.)) S'ryll didn't bother to argue.  

A bronze form swam towards them in the water.  S'ryll had not lied about Vastolth being a brute.  His bulky muscles sculpting his form made him appear even larger. Across him, however, a bronze coloration stretches verging on paleness so much he stands in brilliant contrast among the weyrwalls, more odd is the fallow bronze markings scribbled over his wings. They crisscross written like distorted letters piled one on top of another to the point no one could read them.  Whirling eyes came over to greet them, the lower jaw set slightly forward to complete a haughty look. 

"K'yrel, this is Vastolth."


Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

The handkerchief was taken gratefully, dabbing quickly at her eyes whilst she composed her thoughts. Putting it all out there, all at once - she hadn't realised just how much it had affected her too. She took a moment, sipping a few times at her tea and murmuring thanks. It was good tea. Perhaps, if she remembered, she would ask him where it had come from.

She nodded when he talked about seeing Tyne, showing that not only was she listening but that she was following what he was saying. "So, that's something that happens. But -" she quickly added " - Not as often. Hours are becoming days, days weeks and so on. It's something that we're aiming to move away from on a more permanent basis. Less being caught in the past and swept up in it. More, able to recognise it, acknowledge it as a memory and a harmless one at that, and move away again. That is part of the long term goal." More tea. More pauses. More listening, her eyes widening a little at the revelation she had commanded his bronze. But then, had Tyne even realised what she'd done? "Think of her saying "broken" as a form of code word. It's her way of vocally acknowledging her difference without given it a specific name. You probably won't ever hear her call herself "dragonless" out loud. But "broken"? Broken can potentially be fixed. It doesn't have to be permanent. Tyne's biggest struggle at the moment is realising where her new place is now that she is spending more time in herself. Days aren't a blur now, she's spending more time lucid and coherent. And now she's frustrated and adrift. She's not stupid, she knows that her world doesn't contain dreams of running Weyrs anymore. She might have moments where she seems more like a bouncy teenager than a reserved adult, but she knows. And she is incredibly perceptive."

Making herself more comfortable, Idri smoothed her tunic down, tucking some of her errant frizzy hair out of her eyes. "Outings like that are a good idea. Providing you aren't planning to take her Between. Tyne cannot go Between consciously. Just as she cannot tolerate being in a Weyr during a Goldflight, Between is absolutely off the cards. She has to be sedated heavily. Tyne is becoming independant enough that she is starting to be able to take responsibility for her contingency plans. Her flits help too - most times they help keep her grounded. But she also has an emergency dose of fellis should it be absolutely necessary to rapidly sedate her for her own safety. But that, before you start to panic, is the absolute worst case scenario and one we have not had to consider for a good long while. My advice? Keep it fun. Innocent. Have no expectations and don't try to re-enact memories. What you end up establishing with Tyne is likely to be very different to what you had with her but value it. Don't be disappointed if she doesn't do or say something you might have otherwise expected her to do when you knew her. If you think it's starting to take a turn for the worst, Bobbin or Cairn are your best bets. Or Chief. They are surprisingly aware of the drill and it's usually me they come and find. It's entirely possible that at some point Tyne may experience a disassociative state with you. It will be intense. It will be scary. But it does pass. The important thing is to stay calm, let it pass and when Tyne starts to come back to herself, ask what she wants. Don't necessarily hold her or touch her. But ask what you can do that will help. She might ask you to just sit with her, she might ask you where she is. Tell her. Get her to tell you who she is, where she is, how old she is or identify her faire. It will help ground her."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 7:33 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll listened as she spoke.  "That is a good analogy, of a book with blank pages still yet to be filled in."  Without thinking, he looked over to some of his prized possessions, a few books sitting on a shelf.  After Impressing, he'd worked extra hard to be able to read at a level above what anyone would ever expect of him.  As a stableboy and jockey, his vocabulary had been limited to that which was useful for the field.  As a Candidate, it really had been the same.  As a rider though, he wanted to learn so much more.  He could think of Tyne as a book.  Maybe that would help him as he dealt with her, interacted with her.  Healer Idri was leaving him much to consider.

She'd continued after he'd refilled her tea.  And he listened to what she didn't say but was there in her words nonetheless.  Idri considered Tyne more than just a charge, rather a friend as well, and her presence here showed her protectiveness of the other.  As she teared up, S'ryll moved off for a moment, coming back with a handkerchief, which he handed to Idri with a small smile.  

"When I saw her on the Rim, it was as if there were two versions of her there.  I kept seeing the ghost of the woman I knew set over the image of the woman before me.  The edges didn't match and it was like an echo coming back to you.  It was...disconcerting for me as well."  He didn't need to burden the Healer with his own guilt.  "So much of who she was is still there.  She commanded my dragon, I don't know if she told you that.  Little whispers of her still there.  It hurt to see how broken she thinks she is, of how much less she thinks she is."  He shook his head.  

"To your point though, I promised, well convinced her might be more like the truth, that I wanted to go on an adventure every sevenday with her, for her to show me around.  It strikes me as good that you're here to advise me on how best to proceed with that, so I can build new memories with her in a way that will be healthy for her."  He disregarded that it would be healthy for him too.  



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Re: Wher To Begin? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

END


On Saturday, April 11, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"See you then!" Kassia waved.

OOC: END?



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Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

Jessica Freise
 

"I...enjoy...writing," Erena said slowly, carefully. "Sometimes about real life, sometimes I fantasize." Unaccountably, she felt herself blushing.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 1:40 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"It's okay, no big deal." Kashara shrugged. "Glad you found your papers. What were they anyway? Didn't sound like homework."


Re: Wher To Begin? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"See you then!" Kassia waved.

OOC: END?


Re: Of Kittens...and Kittens atten: Kassia/R'bor

sailyn2
 

Foreth reluctantly moved over enough to give the bronze enough room to land.


Kassia came to the entrance of the ledge to her office and gestured. "Come on in. Have a seat."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"Just bathe between her legs," Kassia said. "And tell me about yourself."


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

sailyn2
 

"It's okay, no big deal." Kashara shrugged. "Glad you found your papers. What were they anyway? Didn't sound like homework."


Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll listened as she spoke.  "That is a good analogy, of a book with blank pages still yet to be filled in."  Without thinking, he looked over to some of his prized possessions, a few books sitting on a shelf.  After Impressing, he'd worked extra hard to be able to read at a level above what anyone would ever expect of him.  As a stableboy and jockey, his vocabulary had been limited to that which was useful for the field.  As a Candidate, it really had been the same.  As a rider though, he wanted to learn so much more.  He could think of Tyne as a book.  Maybe that would help him as he dealt with her, interacted with her.  Healer Idri was leaving him much to consider.

She'd continued after he'd refilled her tea.  And he listened to what she didn't say but was there in her words nonetheless.  Idri considered Tyne more than just a charge, rather a friend as well, and her presence here showed her protectiveness of the other.  As she teared up, S'ryll moved off for a moment, coming back with a handkerchief, which he handed to Idri with a small smile.  

"When I saw her on the Rim, it was as if there were two versions of her there.  I kept seeing the ghost of the woman I knew set over the image of the woman before me.  The edges didn't match and it was like an echo coming back to you.  It was...disconcerting for me as well."  He didn't need to burden the Healer with his own guilt.  "So much of who she was is still there.  She commanded my dragon, I don't know if she told you that.  Little whispers of her still there.  It hurt to see how broken she thinks she is, of how much less she thinks she is."  He shook his head.  

"To your point though, I promised, well convinced her might be more like the truth, that I wanted to go on an adventure every sevenday with her, for her to show me around.  It strikes me as good that you're here to advise me on how best to proceed with that, so I can build new memories with her in a way that will be healthy for her."  He disregarded that it would be healthy for him too.  


Re: Can You Tell Me What You Did Wrong? Attn Kyrel, Aruthiel

 

When Aru paused to allow Kyrel to insert his portion of the story she was unaware of, Kyrel had not been looking forward to relaying /exactly/ what he had told the brownrider. Cremsden's interruption came as a welcome delay, and the boy leaped to what he saw as Aruithil's defense. "He was pushy as all get-out," Kyrel insisted. "Demanding service. Swearing. I don't know, he burst in like he owned the place and wouldn't deal with anyone but you." That he hadn't truly answered the journeyman's question didn't seem to phase him.


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 1:34 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I need specifics, walk it back," Cremsden stopped her. "He was rude. What precisely did he say?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:30 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"It's from the fellis tree," she told Kyrel and was about to start talking about it when Cremsden interrupted them.  "You're back!"

Furrowing a brow she wondered why he would want to know.  It was Z'go.  Exactly what happened?  Aruithil looked from Kyrel to Cremsden, then back to Kyrel.  He was new, therefore it fell to her to explain what had happened.  "Well," she began.  "Z'go arrived.  He came in demanding to see you.  I told him that you were busy but he insisted and was rude about it."  She realized that there were details she was willing to leave out, but something in her... didn't let her.  "I... I told him that he was being rude and to ask nicely.  He did so and I went to get you. I left Kyrel to find him a cot."

She wanted to ask what was wrong with Z'go but she knew better; especially if the brownrider had asked specifically for privacy.  Aruithil looked over to Kyrel, so he could finish his part of the story.

- Aruithil



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: He said that you might be willing to help. (Tyne/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

"It is no bother at all," Ambrelli responded automatically.  She still had to see what the woman said before she actually came to that conclusion.  But it cost her nothing to be polite.  There was a moment as the woman gathered herself up, the posture shift indicating it to Ambrelli, and she waited patiently.

And as soon as she spoke, Ambrelli knew exactly who she was and why she was here.  Former weyrwoman Tyne.  She remembered that day at Fort Weyr, when gold dragons died in a terrible accident.  Everyone on Pern who was near a dragon could remember that day, the sound of the keening such a terrible sound.  And all the more terrible for the three riders, so something that Tyne probably didn't want brought up.  She certainly didn't want to talk about the days she'd lost dragons, and she hadn't been bonded with them.  Master Larsin had mentioned that the woman had an idea for flitts that he thought might be useful. Ambrelli had told him she'd be happy to help however she could; after all, Merck was such an integral part of her life and her successes as a dragonhealer.  Arolos had so many flitts, if they could serve a functional purpose and assist with completion of tasks, Ambrelli was all for it.

"He did," she stuck out her hand.  "You must be Tyne," she said in greeting, deciding against her former title lest it bring up memories.  "I'm glad you came by.  Come," she said with a smile, "let's go to the offices where we can talk more.  He didn't fill me in on any details except that you had a few ideas about flitters and ways to change how we deal with them."